He is being a dick. When we went to see the neurosurgeon on 11/13 - he told him - what you think that you can do - do 50% less of it. And since you have this seroma on your incision, you should do less than that.
Our of his pie hole today," I felt that I was able to mow the entire RV Park, I only mowed 50% of it". Yep, he jumped onto the zero turn mower. Yep, he jumped into the ranch truck and drove the utility trailer to the leaf pile. All that and a bag of chips bitches! Because he is IRON MAN! I am beyond upset. I told him, obviously you are smarter than a neurosurgeon. I will look up the phone number of the International Space Station, because they really need Chris Gulicks advice on how to operate it. Coz, if he is smarter than a neurosurgeon, he is obviously smarter than a fucking rocket scientist! We have an appt. w/the neurosurgeon on Friday. I tried between the lines last Wednesday, to tell Dr. Chen, you give him an inch, he will take a mile. When we get there on Friday - I will lay his azz bare. I rode with him to the leaf pile in the ranch truck - my fucking back hurts. You are rocking back and forth - I am sure that THIS is not what Dr. Chen wants.
I am SO fucking pissed. At 2pm we ended the leaf parade, went to the house and got something to eat. He runs out of the norco tomorrow. Getting the refill has been interesting. Now it is sitting at the neurosurgeons office. Hope it is filled tomorrow - or not. So Mr. KnowItAll eats lunch, makes the phone calls I told him to make for the RX. So I need to go to town to get fixin's for dinner. Hey! You all piss and vinegar and can ride the zero turn, you can watch the store eh? So I head to town and am back at 3:15pm. I still need to tape a couple of invoices in the RV park and stack firewood (It's a gonna rain tomorrow and we only have a wood stove for heat). So I do those things. His RWNJ BFF shows up at 3:30pm. I am just finishing stacking firewood. I tell him what dickhead did today. He just shakes his head. So he goes down to the store while I finish stacking wood/starter. I head down to the store. By this point, it is 4pm and fuck it, I poured me sippie cup of ice and wine. He is in the chair at the store and I can see that he is uncomfortable. But, Mr. KnowItAll tough guy will NOT admit that - instead he says that I can run the store until 5:30! His RWNJ BFF says - yep! You could do an 18 hour day but you'll just do nine! Because the Dr. said 50%! OH SNAP! Thanks RWNJ BFF!
So we ended the day with Mr. Tough Guy, sitting in the store for far longer than he should b'coz - I'm Mr. Tough Guy. He is a gonna show me! sigh. It is 8:10pm. He ate dinner in bed and is crashed out.
Earlier today, "you're agitated" - ya think? You need to get over it? Really?? Really?? Talk to the hand pal! You can explain this to your neurosurgeon, coz obviously, you are smarter than he is.
He is doing some plutonium level bullshit to justify his actions. IMHO - it is just as radioactive. When we hit Dr. Chens office on Friday - He can try to 'splain himself.
I will cut him no fucking slack. IMHO, you have one of the top dogs in neurosurgery putting your broken ass back together, and you diss him? I do not think so. Frankly, I hope that he is sore as hell tomorrow.